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beater by the second and we always hit all net
By the gross is what we net, I think Nike sending checks
Like gymnast gotta flex, I’m on the westside hit up
on my wrist out of date, but it's Rolex
Grizzley up next, I'm up now
Strap your bullet vest
Five hundred fifty, six hundred hundreds
Seven hundred
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
And on the second all the stars at night
And on (on) the (the) third
God made dirt for mud on tires
Twenty acres wrapped around a bonfire
Dust clouds marking the way
it’s
Five point palm, your heart's gone, the method
Ten point program, outline the aesthetics
Eight Trigrams, decipher the dianetics
With sixty-four,
So, what's your desire baby love?
Is it hands wrapped around mics
or fingers wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go I'm dumpin' and I'm dippin'
still
the perfume you wear
You got me wrapped around your finger and I guess I'm in love with you
Callie
Callie
Your love hits like
The world just stops by
Each time
of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump on his camel
of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump on his camel named
head
Being wrapped around my finger is a part your plan
You up to testing so you can see I’m down as your man
But if you down to live a story that could
beating go around
The whole building, " Ross says the guards
Requested that he leave
Meek remains frustrated by the
Way he's been treated
By the system
how to work her pussy muscles when yo dick is in that cootie
That's right
Yeah her nookie's the bomb
She had niggas wrapped around her middle finger
days
You gotta wear a vest
1-2-5 in the summer's like the Wild West
Something jump off a nigga cap, everybody cap
Worst about it is every
Fuckin' body's
fairytale
Where the happy endings live
No we’ll never fail
You got me wrapped around your finger and your thumb
But that was when we were young, dumb, broke,
me to the room and stripped me out of my attire
She tied me to the bedposts then she lit the room on fire
She took out a scarf wrapped it around my
summer days
Hello hello
To them summer days
Hello hello
Hello to them summer days
Let’s have a party
After we parlay
Aye
Second time around
Girl
you can’t…
Melt my heart of wax
And I’m wrapped around your fingers
Let me see ourselves
Merge the flame with me
Don’t make me go
And a ring on every finger of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
a rubber band
Walkin' naked through the motherland, give the finger to my brotherman
Niggas just don't understand my reasons, I transcend like season
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
friends, grab your sister, grab your cousins, ain't no sitting down for Halo come around bitch
Rumspringer
Hand that purse to that nigga, he won't get up
on they face like
They walking the green mile pay the piper for they mistakes not talking about judgment bitch
I got my finger wrapped around a hair pin
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
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